The calendar tells me it has been a whole almost two weeks since I finished my last radiation treatment. My burns, while still pretty spectacular looking, are beginning to heal; instead of angry red, the skin is leaning towards maroon and brown.
Fatigue is what it is. I am grateful naps are an option.
Yoga has saved my range of motion. *whew*
I think I SHOULD be in a happier place. But, no.
I'm tired of cancer. Unlike the Litany of Saints we used to sing in church, which, when done well, lulls one into a lovely meditative state, my litany of pains is a tedious and melancholy list. *sigh*
The heat wave receded this weekend, and I took advantage of the cooler weather to get out in the yard and clean up the multitude of weeds which had flourished in the heat.
I stepped out Saturday morning to see a cluster of Naked Ladies, also known as Surprise Lilies, in the corner of the back yard. These flowers seemingly sprout from nowhere during the hot days of summer; they have no surrounding foliage - only a stem and the beautiful pink blossom, thus the name.
Gazing at their beauty, working in the dirt, cleaning up the beds, my litany of pain evolved.
For the cool breeze, I gave thanks.
For last week's rain, I gave thanks.
For a body healed enough to sit on the ground and weed, I gave thanks.
For the sight of my dog, gleefully wriggling on his back in the grass, I gave thanks.
For the knowledge my cancer is currently NED - in hiding and on the run, I gave thanks.
For the fluffy white clouds, effortlessly floating in the sky, I gave thanks.
For the chance to live THIS day, I give thanks.
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